I have known sunrises that I truly do not believe words, paintings, cameras or any human creation could hope to create or replicate. Each is knitted into my soul and even my bones. No two have ever been the same……
Blustery winds and dark storm clouds. Even the feeding birds have fled. And yet a spear of light bold enough to enter the darkness. Danger dancing with needed rain. Light dancing with dark. All is One. All is well. All is.
Let a Teacher wave away…..
Light dances with the water. Light paints the predawn sky. Light uncloaking sleeping reflections. A morning pause and reminder to honor darkness and light’s union. The beauty within the dance.
The match holding the light becomes the same darkness the light dispels. Within the light the darkness is held. To hold with sweet gentleness any and all darkness and behold the matchstick igniting the light.
Prism’d Morning [click link to see photos]
The calendar says not quite spring, but the sun has changed her path. A simple morning watching the rainbow dance of sunlight and glass. Breathe…………….
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